


Tangled Limbs

by shenkleys



Series: OT3: Alliance Spectre Trinity [4]
Category: Mass Effect
Genre: Gen, Other
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-07-12
Updated: 2013-07-12
Packaged: 2017-12-19 06:06:02
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,152
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/880312
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/shenkleys/pseuds/shenkleys
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>5 instances the three of them are not together, and 1 where they are</p><p>*</p><p>~And now, here they are on Earth, where it’s going to end, still together, still strong, because Shepard can feel it seeping into her bones, and because Kaidan and Ashley are still beside her after all these years, at the beginning and end of her chapter, binding themselves to her story like they’re meant to be, pillars of support fused to her stance~</p>
            </blockquote>





	Tangled Limbs

 

**I. Virmire**

  
  
It’s the first time they’re truly, honestly forced to split up, and standing there in the heat and humidity with sand getting all over her armoured boots, light breeze ruffling her hair, Shepard feels the irritation tick against her skin, gritting her jaw against snapping at the salarian. Every other time, it had been Shepard’s decision; like leaving a grumbling Ashley behind (‘’Aw  _come on_ , Skipper, I promise not to shoot any businessmen!’’) on the ship as Shepard jumped and dived through a bureaucratic hellhole on Noveria’s port, or ordering Kaidan to stay on Feros’ colony (‘’Yes, Commander,’’ – ever the professional) to subtly scan and do some of his omni-tool magic to figure out why the colonists were acting so weird as she piled into the Mako with the Chief and Wrex to head out onto the skyway. But now, on Virmire? No, this is forced, and Shepard’s feelings are threatening to tumble over, threatening to divulge ugly secrets she’s been trying so hard to keep on the down low and away from blabbering mouths.  
  
Of course, they both volunteer to go with the salarians on the frontal assault almost instantaneously, and Shepard wants to smack their heads for being so goddamn good and selfless, because neither of them are helping her make this decision any easier, her heart too scared to part with either of them so ready to be the potential sacrifice she doesn’t want. But it’s a necessary step; they need to create the distraction for the infiltration team to sneak through, and Shepard clenches her jaw tight enough for a dull ache, speaking lowly to Ash that she better return from her little adventure to them in one fully, unharmed piece, trying to keep her voice steady for the Chief to grab on to. Ashley never stutters, but words jumble out of the her mouth at this point, failing to hide the brief waver and fear in her usual light tone, which for Shepard, is the exact moment a fist shackles her heart, because Ash, of all people, has a little quiver in her voice, and even though the Commander spews out a ‘’We’re still a team’’ line, it does nothing to put out the worry that their triad would become a pair, one of them lost forever on another planet the galaxy wouldn’t know the name of. They stand away from everybody else, forming a tight triangle, with fingers itching to grab hands or bury faces into the nooks of shoulders to inhale sweat and musk, but they do absolutely nothing, too frightened to make it seem like a final goodbye if they do, a part of them sticking on to the hope that they would see each other on the other side, not giving up any cradling the way they wish they can.  
  
Instead, Shepard and Kaidan watch Ashley walk away after she re-ties her bun tight, watching with a knife in their stomachs as part of their little triangle breaks off where they have no say, leaving them faltering and drifting without the required anchor on the smooth, white sand to have their heads screwed on proper.

 

  
  
 **II. Alchera**

  
  
Perhaps she shouldn’t be surprised that Kaidan and Ashley run straight to her when the _Normandy_ is burning down and coming apart so easily, shouldn’t be surprised they obviously sprint to her first considering where they all are with each other, but Shepard still is, fighting back the brief unprofessionalism which rears out of her skull. They’re both here, eyes frantic behind their visors, words overriding one another as they try to put out the flames licking the bulkhead even as they know it’s lost, that there’s no way the _Normandy_ can be saved now, just something for them to do when they garble messily at her, pleading.  
  
‘’Skipper, we gotta-‘’  
  
‘’Shepar-‘’  
  
‘ _’GO!_ ’’  
  
Shepard shoves their shoulders harshly, fist punching the plating as she pushes them away, yelling for them to get the fuck off the ship in that no nonsense Commander voice cutting through their armour and padding, stinging the faces of the two people who mean more to her than anybody else right now, and she won’t have their deaths because of them standing around being stupid for her. Shepard runs without looking back, because she tells herself she would join them later once they all land from their escape pods, maybe a little bruised and busted from the rough ride, but safe on solid ground with them, with her, as one in some system she doesn’t care about. And then, Shepard will allow the both of them to yell at her, probably the only people on board who dare would, before they’d hug her, since that’s what Kaidan and Ash would do. Shepard tells herself she would quietly apologise then, for scaring them, and would hug them back, gripping fingers digging into their necks as the three of them fit like a jigsaw, so perfectly in her mind it doesn’t feel uncomfortable in the least, a neat puzzle finding each other on a frozen planet. She keeps telling herself that, two faces she’d see again and that everything would be alright as she storms up to where Joker is.  
  
The Commander doesn’t count on the sudden blast of force propelling her out into the emptiness of space, she doesn’t count on a mysterious, scary looking ship cutting the _Normandy_ in half either, but the panic only sets in as she floats away helplessly from the silent flames getting sucked into the vacuum; orange and yellow twisting morbidly as the black encroaches on them, growing smaller and smaller as she moves away, brain screaming in turmoil. Shepard’s truly afraid at this point, because nothing is going according to plan, nothing like she told herself just moments earlier, and there’s something heavy pressing down on her ears, squeezing her head so hard she’s sure it might explode within the helmet, blood and brains splattering within the metal box. There’s suddenly no oxygen; it leaks away, damning her to the cold eternity of space as she chokes and gags, convulsing where no one can see or help despite her agitation, and the urge to scream and kick takes over even if some portion of her knows it only quickens her death, but she cannot control her insane frenzy, because  _please, not like this, any other way except this_ , where the great Commander of the _Normandy_ is spinning wildly, alone and terrified, and so far away from the people who own her soul. So far away from their gentle embrace, in an opaque canvas so vast there would be no hope of ever returning to them.  
  
She isn’t ready to die, not in the least, since there’s so much she hasn’t done, hasn’t said, secrets and heartfelt things left unspoken as words disintegrate before it gets past her lips, so much she wants but now she can’t have, thinking about times where she pressed her forehead against theirs, bumping noses and gazing into their warm, brown eyes filled with devotion. Distantly, Shepard thinks she hears familiar voices of people who share her bed in the night, screaming at her through their linked comms, and she cannot even think whether it’s real or if it’s her imagination conjuring their voices magically for her, but Shepard realises she has never told them she loves them. _Truly_ loves them so much her heart aches and cries for their arms around her, to pull her into safety, because she doesn’t want to leave, growing so unnaturally attached in a period of time, their compassion and virtue slicking across the insides of her blood, before now, ripping out. Like a chip yanked suddenly from the socket, shorting out the connection, causing words to die in her mouth because she couldn’t get her tongue to work, or her brain to form coherent sentences for her to spill her guts to them, violently pried away from a steady triangle which is barely beginning, so unfair it makes her mad. The last images in Shepard’s mind are of Kaidan and Ashley, that they at least are going to be okay, before she freezes in the void, vision dimming, simply feels no more and ceases to be, a half apology on her lips she can never tell them ever again.

 

  
  
 **III. Horizon**

 

Two years.  
  
 _Two years_ , Shepard has to keep reminding herself, because to her, they have been only separated for a few weeks at most. There is stunned silence, everyone deadly still, where even the air seems to forget to move for the briefest of moments as it hangs heavily for them, letting them take in each other from opposite sides of the field. Then, Kaidan and Ash are sputtering, tripping and stumbling to her to pull her into a bone crushing hug, whispering Shepard’s name like a prayer from split lips in the midst of dead bodies, blind to everything else because they have each other in their arms again, and for a while, it feels so _normal_ , like nothing has happened as they clutch and twine through hairs. Shepard’s knees want to buckle on them, cling to their armours, because,  _fuck_ , she missed this, missed  _them_ , missed having her head in their necks, her palms around biceps, their scents overwhelming her and making her feel at home in ways no Cerberus ship will ever be home for her.  
  
Time is compassionate enough to give them those few precious seconds where they melt into each other, but it speeds up quickly, and Kaidan and Ash are taking two steps back, pressing closer to each other instead of towards Shepard, and the Commander feels her heart crack all over again because she knows what’s coming as she looks into their faces. She sees Kaidan take in the surroundings, the garish white and gold colours of an organisation they personally tackled head on while they chased Saren, see him gape at the Cerberus logo stand out on Miranda’s tightly woven armour, slow disbelief spreading across his face, unable to hide his shock. She sees Ashley staring at  _her_ , eyes rapidly tracking the fresh scars on her jaw line; red cybernetics within glowing angrily, breaking over tanned skin, and Shepard hates her cracked skin so much at this moment, because it makes her feel less than human, wires weaving through her organs to hold her shredded body, coming back from the dead more machine than human, that the Commander knows right then there’s no way in hell they’d welcome her back with open arms, tail between their legs like loyal dogs, because that isn’t who they are. They have always been their own person, and it’s part of what she loves them for, knows for sure neither of them would buy her story because it sounds like a ridiculous fairy tale even to her own ears.  
  
It certainly doesn’t stop Shepard from trying, though, trying to explain what she’s doing, for whom she’s fighting, where she has been for the past two years, despite the sinking feeling in her chest and the tightness of her throat. But Kaidan and Ashley are closed off, their eyes hard and cold, new wrinkles on their faces which Shepard wasn’t present to witness and tease them for as they appear, not present to understand how their new scars are scratched on their skins, and she wants to know, wants to ask them, because she has missed so much, pieces she wants to glue back together. Shepard calls out to them, just shy of actually breaking, but she sees the people she loves shatter anyway, twitch and flinch at her voice which they had last heard suffocating over their shared communications, like a ghost dogging their footsteps, unreal in their heads. They both appear lost and confused at this turn of events, and Shepard wants to run her fingers over their faces, through their hair, moan their names into their soft mouths to let them know it’s her,  _really her_ , wants to be given a chance to make them see it from her point of view, wants to be given a chance to fix this, fix _them_ , ‘’Kaidan. Ash. I want- we can work together for this, the Collectors, you know they’re behind this, we can…’’  
  
Her sentence is a mess, scrambles put together to make sense, and Kaidan looks incredulous, lips parting like he has been slapped across the cheek, face twisted in hurt and anger almost like he finds this impossible to believe, that Shepard is suggesting something like this, while Ashley simply sighs, shakes her head while shutting her eyes for a brief instant, and again, Shepard is reminded of things she has missed, of time lost; because Kaidan is the one struggling to control his emotions now, to put a lid on something he has always been the master of, whereas Ashley is the one attempting to speak calm words, her voice low and steady when Shepard expects her to flare up much higher than Kaidan, but she’s wrong, her insight into them now weaker than ever, no longer having any stake on them. Shepard is officially an outsider now, looking in at something she once had, and it’s as much a punch to her gut as Ash’s next words are, ‘’Skipp-  _Commander_. We can’t work together. You’re with  _Cerberus_.’’  
  
And that she is, no argument she can give to override that one shining statement, nothing she can say to make that untrue, the two of them dealing solely with facts they’re presented with instead of half-assed dubious accounts bordering on fiction. Shepard stares at them leave with longing, stares at Ash’s fingers wrapping tightly around Kaidan’s forearm, almost like they’re struggling to keep upright, like they’re going to fall over without each other’s support, for them to find comfort and solace again, their shoulder plates clacking gently with the other as they walk away in sync, leaving the Commander standing in the heat of Horizon and dead grass around her, matching the death she feels inside her heart where she withers slowly as she takes in the scene of the retreating duo, away from her; Shepard is alone.

 

  
  
 **IV. Omega 4 Relay**

  
  
She stares at the picture as it flickers on when she drops into her chair, the picture Cerberus so manipulatively placed on her desk, the first thing she zeroed on when she first stepped foot in her cabin. Shepard remembers; at the Citadel, just outside of Flux which they had clattered out of, laughing loudly, a few hours the three of them had spent consuming copious amounts of drinks after they’d dismembered Saren, determined to sample every different taste of alcohol (‘ _’Space liquor_ , Skipper! We gotta try this! Come on, LT!’’ – and Ash had pulled Kaidan along before he could protest, but not like he was going to, anyway) they could. Matching flushed skin, Kaidan’s hair hopelessly messy as he hung off Ashley, one arm thrown over her shoulders and trying to stop himself from face planting to the ground while Ashley slurred a really inappropriate joke into his ear, strands of hair escaping from her usually neat bun and plastered to the sides of her face. For some reason, Shepard had remained sober enough for tooth achingly sweet thoughts to filter through her sluggish brain, of how much she loved them, of how happy they made her feel when they don’t even have to try, gazing at them from the end of the corridor where she had reached first. And she had raised her left arm, snapping a quick, candid picture on her omni-tool, their wide, smiling faces burning into her memory and curling around her like a warm fire on a cold, winter’s night.  _Perfect_ , she had thought at that time, and _perfect_ , is what Shepard still thinks of them now, hunched over in her seat, holding the frame delicately and protectively, because she doesn’t want it to break in her hard hands tainted with soil.  
  
That photo mocks her now as Shepard sits listening to the recording they had sent her a few days after Horizon, the recording she has already memorised every single word of after listening to it multiple times while she did nothing, staring at empty fish tanks and harbouring fantasies of drowning in them with their words ringing inside her ears. An apology, a warning, a hopeful reconnection, all rolled into one tentative, bleeding message, with Kaidan’s voice raw and painful, Ashley’s soft and broken, and long moments of silence inbetween their sentences like they couldn’t quite figure out just what to say, letting the recording roll on while they probably sat huddled together on the same bed, holding hands and trying not to cry because she doesn’t want them to cry for her, not after Horizon, knowing no tears are deserved for what she’s doing, for who she’s working with, even if that choice is a limited option.  
  
Shepard thinks back to Horizon again, the planet like a disease in her mind eating her away, and she feels no spark of anger, or worse, even jealousy, that the three of them have broken and have become a pair, that Kaidan and Ash cling more desperately to each other, closer than before, since they had to when she left them without a final message, only a stab in their hearts while she disappears to leave them exposed, gaping wound in their sides unable to heal except only by each other’s giving grace. What Shepard feels instead is sadness, sadness that she no longer is a part of something so beautiful, that brought her such joy on the SR-1, so unexpected in ways she never dreamt of, that she would be worthy of such wonders. The Commander could have said those words on the colony, the words she had wanted to tell them so many times during their time together but just somehow never managing it, her restrained  _‘’I love you,’’_  to make them stop in their tracks, force them to face her once more, words she should have said back on the first _Normandy_ as she laid on beautiful, heaving breasts and shuddering hips with her tongue dragging lazily over warm flesh. But even she isn’t so cruel, wouldn’t burden them with this after vanishing and reappearing like a mystery, and it tears her up, but Shepard recognises Kaidan’s and Ashley’s time together, separate from her, to become their own. They had grieved, and they had moved on to start their lives anew without her, bandaging over open heartbreak to try to balance on one other again, get some level of normalcy into their lives without dying while being alive.  _Two years_ , Shepard reminds herself again, not weeks, or even months, but years going by where she shrinks in their minds as they work towards their goals without her dragging them down with bereavement.  
  
She picks up the photo, trembling lips pressing against the cool, hard glass, fogging the image with her shaky exhales, and whispers those words to that, the Kaidan and Ashley so happy in her frame, where no one can hear her to respond back, like a mantra, ‘’I love you,’’ and it’s as real now as it was back then, something wet leaking out of the Commander’s eyes which she brushes away angrily. _I love you, I love you, I love you_ , she repeats that so many times, and it’s that thought, and those two faces, which ignite the fire within her as she hurtles through the relay for the two people she wants at her side once everything is dusted and settled, swearing to say it to kind, radiant brown eyes looking at her again.

 

  
  
 **V. London**

  
  
There’s never a question in Shepard’s mind of who she wants at her back when they touch down on Earth, debris crushing under their heavy legs, sturdy boots trampling over bits of wood and metal as their bodies push past the brink of exhaustion for this final lap. She thinks back to Eden Prime, where the air was filled with smoke and death, skies dark with the looming danger, where it brought them together, where they  _began_ , feeling like ages ago on that planet meant for disaster when they had lost Jenkins so early on, but giving them a certain Gunnery Chief to change their lives. And now, here they are on Earth, where it’s going to end, still together, still strong, because Shepard can feel it seeping into her bones, and because Kaidan and Ashley are still beside her after all these years, at the beginning and end of her chapter, binding themselves to her story like they’re meant to be, pillars of support fused to her stance. Again, it’s just the three of them, in their now familiar tight triangle, just like on Virmire, but this time, no one is pulling away, no one dislodging their perfect balance to leave the other two flailing and suffocating. It’s them as one, and this time again, unlike Virmire, their twitching fingers reach out to grasp onto each other’s arms, heads dipping to rest against strong, armoured shoulders in sight of everyone, throwing caution to the wind as they simultaneously act because they don’t care who sees, Shepard _doesn’t fucking care_ , doesn’t care about the chatter lingering around them suddenly disappearing to be engulfed by silence, soldiers no doubt stopping to stare at the three Spectres kissing each other so openly as they hold on in the flooding of ashes raining down on them to sign their deaths.

 _This is it_ , someone mumbles, voice gruff and muffled against skin, and it feels like the end when they sigh heavily and look to each other, Shepard picking up grim determination in the eyes of her two lovers as well as unshed tears, the water making the different shades of chocolate and honey so dazzling she wants to dive into them and shut out everything else. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she would get so lucky, to have a place in the hearts of two incredible people, and not only feel love coursing through her veins, but pride at how much they’ve grown in their own right, pulling out of their crippling shadows to stand tall with her, by her side, presence so dependable and safe like an indestructible haven. Their lips move over each other, foreheads merging hard enough to hurt when they press together to hide shimmery eyes, with Kaidan’s stubble scraping Shepard’s and Ashley’s cheeks to burn, a burn lingering after they step away, swallowing, ribs constricting their lungs when they exchange dog tags, the Commander carrying Kaidan’s and Ash’s names tattooed on her chest and heart, marks that would never come off.  
  
Shepard supposes she shouldn’t be surprised yet again, as they run as fast as their tired legs can carry, surrounded by seared corpses in chaos and people screaming in anguish, that she’d be separated from them, but again, she is. The armoured truck sails over her, crashing and exploding, red hot metal bits breaking off and impaling themselves in hardsuits and flesh alike so easily, piercing through protection and melting them to plunge into soft skin. For one horrifying moment, Shepard’s heart stops, and she narrows in on the two people directly behind her, forgetting about everything else as she thinks her knees are going to give way, but then the smoke clears and she sees Kaidan and Ash, blood dripping off their...  _everywhere_ , faces so strained from the effort to hold in their agony, but  _alive_. She doesn’t waste a second, making a complete one eighty back to them, back to her  _home_ , pulls them into cover as they try to support each other again, because she’ll be damned if she did this only to have her home crumble and be destroyed in front of her eyes. And just like on Horizon, Shepard knows she’s going to be alone once more when she takes in their glazed eyes attempting to lock onto what she’s saying as she signals the _Normandy_ , her voice barking through the gunfire and grating, metallic roar of the Reaper.  
  
Leaving them behind is both the best and worst thing Shepard can do, but she has no choice, for when it comes to Kaidan and Ashley, Shepard is so very selfish. She shouldn’t have called for an evac, she shouldn’t have turned back, should have kept running because soldiers die all the time, and nothing is more important than someone reaching the beam, but these two are more than that to her; Kaidan and Ashley are Shepard’s head and heart, twisted themselves into her very being that she values them higher than everyone else dying on the field with her, no eyes for the safety of anyone else but them. She’s aware of how it must look, brave troopers still charging onwards while she stands on the ramp evacuating them, yelling at them to go as she takes in Ashley’s dislocated shoulder, her arm hanging limply, and Kaidan’s broken leg, weight braced by each other. Shepard takes in their faces, their olive skin so pale in the white light they look like walking corpses, making the red blood stand out more in contrast, takes in their soulful eyes one last time, because she knows she’s not coming back, knows this is the last time she’ll be in their aura, going down forever.  
  
‘’Skipper,  _dammit_ , don’t you _dare!_ ’’  
  
‘’Please, Shepard...  _please_.’’  
  
They’re begging, battered arms trying to reach for a shoulder as they hold on to each other, but they’re in no condition to sway her, and Shepard knows neither of them will make it to the beam, will get shot through their skulls by reaper forces as they scrape by on the ground just so they can be with the Commander, but she wants them safe, more so than anybody else, and _Shepard is so very selfish_. They didn’t get through Virmire, Horizon,  _everything else_ , just to fucking die on a field already littered with so much death, just another name amongst countless others, which Shepard rebuffs fiercely. And so she steels herself, invoking her sharp Commander voice at them one last time, refusing to waver in their last moments as one, not wanting to fragment here on this ramp, saying those words she mumbles in her head so many times, ‘’I love you.’’ It’s soft, final, and she loves them both so fucking much it hurts her, that same icy feeling clamping around her heart, causing her ragged breath, unsteady and harsh, sight blurring with moisture in her eyes, hands shaking as she reaches out to caress their gorgeous faces gently, thumbs brushing over jaws which she has traced so many times in her sleep. Her voice cracks just a bit, but they return it, _I love you, too_ , choking on nothing, desperate to stay by her side till the very end even if it almost certainly means their own deaths. Shepard kisses them, tasting warm blood on their cut lips, and Kaidan’s and Ashley’s blood mixes in her mouth, slicks across her clammy, sweaty skin, soaks on her tongue and trickles down her throat as she swallows it, their blood mixing inside her body just like everything else of them, although the mantra that rushes through her head isn’t an _I love you_ now, but a _I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry_ , as she blinks back tears on the verge of escaping her eyes.  
  
Kaidan and Ashley are smeared on the insides of her mouth, and Shepard brands their souls on her chest like an extra layer of armour, wiping her face roughly where her tattered gloves rake sensitive and raw, dry skin, their bright blood like her own personal warpaint sizzling around her eyes and cheeks, and she turns, and sprints without looking back, remembering who she’s fighting for, remembering who she’s leaving behind.

 

 

* * *

 

  
 **I. London Part 2**

  
  
The sterilised non-scent comes to her first, followed by the cool air flowing over her skin, a huge difference from the last thing she recalls smelling and feeling; her own boiled flesh melting off and hot fire lunging for her face so agonising she thought her eyeballs were dripping. Shepard’s throat works but no sounds come out, dry and unused, and then she feels the pain roaring on her torso, her back, her legs, so much she crazes her bones going up in flames, skin charred to crisp. Her fingers spasm involuntarily in something warm when she tries to move, and then immediately, there’s a voice in her ear - ‘’Shepard?  _Ash,_ wake up! Shepard,  _can you hear me?_ ’’ -  and bony fingers tightening and gripping her own - ‘’Oh my God,  _fuck,_ Skipper, you  _asshole!_ ’’ - and Shepard could cry, because she’d know those voices even if she was half-dead, the deep and rumbling rasps moaning into her ears, and she’d know fingers she had held in the dark so many times.  _It’s them_ , her mind screams, and not for the first time, she’s surprised, it’s _always_ them and it’ll always be them, because she has no other waiting for her by her bedside, only these two who have been with her from the very start. Shepard pushes past the pain blooming steadily everywhere now that she’s awake, forces her eyes open against the stabbing in her skull to focus in her daze, on two familiar faces she has grown to adore unconditionally, struggling to take in their blurry features because her eyesight has gone to shit, and her lips curve upward as they gaze back down, their emotions bursting forth, hair dishevelled, clothes rumpled, their tears falling freely on her, mumbling incoherent phrases to her and cursing as they’re pushed away by doctors and nurses who swoop in at the beeping monitors going off the charts.  
  
Shepard wants to laugh at Kaidan and Ash, knowing their cloudy faces are staring at her out of her vision, but her chest hurts so she sighs and relaxes, sneaking a parched tongue out to taste what tears had graciously fallen on her lips, spreading the saltiness across her tongue once more because it’s the first thing she feels waking up.  _Of them_ , again, her mind finally accepting they’re always going to be with her, on her, _in_ her, again and again because there’s no room for anyone else. She makes a mental note to laugh at them later, once she’s properly awake, because she has won, the two who matter most to her winning, too, and Shepard knows this instance, she would work with them for the time she has missed again, missing months probably, to see new wrinkles and new scars, but on the same side, knowing that Kaidan and Ashley are the home which she has safely made it back to, by some miracle or another, and she’s never letting go of this chance again.

 

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